Thyme Poems - Poems about Thyme

Once a pong of thyme Adrift upon a gentle breeze It’s herbal scents did find me And it brought me to my knees For once a pong of thyme Inhaled by pauper or by king Has that man an allergy Then wheezing it shall bring Though once a pong of thyme Did test my hooter without ill Alas a pong of garlic Made me run for...

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A poet once tried to rhyme “turmeric”: he ate ten big jars, and then murmured “Ick!” His taste buds murdered, poor dear old Bernard bolted up three flights of stairs to be sick....

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The Romans preferred a good soak But ladies choose pools with a bloke For even a fool Knows water gets cool Unless there is a bloke to stoke...

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Braised beef cheeks in wine with deep-fried cauliflower with a honey mambo sauce was my companion that evening. The salad which Was enough to make me hungry cornered me, I made room for the entree. Warmed Over apple pie and icecream made me happy. I knew I would exercise before I was to sleep so I looked to a freind to accompany me. It ended up being three...

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she pregant and he's helping her saying that's his brothers girlfreind he aint tryna get no promotion honey. theyhe dat baby daay. he did this don't let him fool you baby! don't let him fool you ! I've been drillin holes for fourty three years I know what's going on....

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Remission The living soft redwoods rose up into the furthest skies Rough dark brown and grey pines stood like warriors nearby The roads are always wrapped in blue and gray mist as large lumbering trucks and black Suvs swing by A young deer from the forest...

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Staring in the mirror when I'm down with these scissors I found. With my wrists out and prescription lids littered around. I've scribbled out a bitter letter in wicked accounts and written down twisted sentences in crimson. I drown in no bounds it got me tripping out grouchy for outlets. Now my hound pulls at my...

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as I walk through the desert of time my thirst is immersed in intolerable pain dare I withstand a reach for tomorrow and whose in command a life in time and dare I say grand it beats its reception and falls to what's planned...

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the scent of wild thyme wafts temptingly through the air I follow the bees - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Contest: Traditional Haiku Sponsor: Catie Lindsey...

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Hand Grown In Thyme. On Brummie Sea and Burnley oak, In bearded wood and clove I hidey in this Mutton cloth That strangles like a choke. Lampooned upon this Ferris wheel, A chuckle for a hoot. I swung with empty boxing glove And knocked a joke aboot. I thank you from my Uncles chin And dear old Auntie Pat Who did asunder to a sin And dogged...

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As a strawberry sun rises Changing clouds to cobalt The coolness of the morn delights Before the sun's assault Thyme was in the herb garden Before the sun arose He brushed against Rosemary Came away morose The sun changed to clear radiance Illumination bright White clouds now are wispy fanbrushed So still no kite takes flight A few crickets chirp jiminy Crows caw from their far perch Other birds...

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Thrill touching teach Heap healthy hitch Yell yielding yes Mind moulds mess Empty ends each Trust treasures truth Hurl hounding hoofs Youth yielding yore Maze motions more Etch earns explore Time travel trip Hoist heavy heaps Yield yonder yeast Meet myriad mist Enjoy each ease Text timely tome Hidden hope homes Your youth yielding Move marks meeting Etch end etchings Leon Enriquez 11 Apr 2014 Singapore (Note: This is an Acrostic poem with Alliteration.)...

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As the mountain sniff the thyme The valley the basil, The forests the trees and swamps. As the waves launched their rein and foam, And the chest of the sea open to his sensualism and obscenity As the knower's wisdom roar in the ebb and flow night , As the remnants of ruins...

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A little bee flew across the sea, to see what he could be He herd a giraffe with a throaty laugh : still continued on his weigh This pour we bee had too pee so he stopped on a Specific Ocean Eyelid It took him severed ours to pollinated Pollynesian flours and than he flue away If...

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Doing a rhyme.. is like mixing pepper, curry and thyme.. and it comes out fine.. the smell is sublime.. its just like fine wine.. a blend of many a kind.. if done at the right time.. with the right mind.. will definitely be worth someones while.. perhaps, bring them a smile.. afterall what is life without different styles.. it'd b bland boring and not worth...

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